The hand, it controls my every move, my very being - moving gently across this skin; My back, shoulder, elbow.. Cherishing and caressing my flesh for what it is.

A holy fire trailing along and staying with each touch, causing unholy feelings.

A palm softly lies on my head, stroking shortly, petting... It rest there in the moment.A finger gently under my chin, tilting, beckoning.

The eyes, I dare not to move, nor look up - unless I am told. Reserved honor and respect for the power above me; holding.

Then the voice. It speaks; a power shaking me from within, all around the air and between us. It speaks in low tones, soft to stone; commanding me, questioning me; falsely curious and all-knowing. Amused, chuckling.

It says things to me, to my mind and to my body; my heart and soul, awaiting the next sound touch and question.

It says accept me. Accept you. As you are now, as it is supposed to be.

It says, Be there, kneeling as you are; in your place. Your belonging.

I have it, the flame and darkness inside of me.Darkness...is often thought of as home of evil things, but it is a holy thing. Powerful and practical. Overwhelming.

Recently I have found it harder and harder to suppress this "darkness", the burning within me - It begs me to accept it, free it slowly...

It is those feelings that spurred me to write this,

And I have to stop and remind myself that it is not something to be suppressed but embraced;as I said, A flame that you must admire, Dancing in the dark.

Through my journey so far I have learned many things, more so from negative experiences - but the learning and growth of me, my heart; discovering myself and who I am has made those difficult and negative experiences and obstacles all the more worth the troubles.

True submission, in the blood, to the bone, part of the soul.This is me, forever who I am,I accept it, I am not ashamed.